Free Friday Spanking Story-spanking, anal and a quick battle with evil-What more could you want?

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The Call

She knelt by the bed trembling with anticipation as she waited for her husband. Tonight they were going to play Master and slave girl, one of her favorite role plays.


She started and looked up as he walked into the room, “Yes Master?”

“Why were you not waiting for me in the hallway as I asked?”

She blushed and looked down, “You told me to be naked Master.”

“And that meant you should disobey me?” he asked, the deep tones of his voice slid through her like a velvet caress.

“I was afraid the servants would see me Master, I wasn’t trying to misbehave,” she looked up at him with liquid brown eyes.

“Never the less you disobeyed me and must be punished bend over the end of the bed,” he said firmly.

Kat rose to her feet to bend over the end of the bed but he frowned, slipping character for a minute, “Kat where’s your cross?”

She blinked, “I took it off while we were playing hon, don’t worry its fine.”

“You know you’re never supposed to take it off,” Emmett’s face stern for real now causing her bottom to clench almost reflexively.

“Please honey, I’ll put it on as soon as we’re done. You’re here with me, what could happen?”

Emmett’s shoulders relaxed and he gave a quick nod and winked, “I told you to bend over the end of the bed young lady.”

She hurried to comply bending over the end of the bed with her back arched and her bottom raised high for his attentions.

A light slap on her left buttock “Spread your legs apart.”

Kat quickly complied and was rewarded with another firm swat.

“What happens to naughty slave girls that don’t obey their masters?”

“They get spanked on their bare bottoms Master,” she said softly.

Firm slaps began to land across her bottom making her sigh as the heat began to build, “Then what happens to naughty slave girls?”

She moaned and lifted her bottom to meet his hand as it continued to fall, “Then they have to take their master’s cock in their naughty bottoms.”

“That’s right,” he told her sternly as he shifted into place behind her and spread her open wide. “Naughty little slaves take it up the ass.”

Kat gave a slight hiss that bled into a moan as the head of his broad cock began to sink into her tight bottom hole.

He continued to press against her until her muscles relaxed and he sank deep inside. Kat moaned at the intimate intrusion and moved her legs further apart as she pressed back to take him as deeply as possible.

“Oh Master! Yes!” she cried out as he began to take her with firm thrusts.

Occasionally he slapped her ass again as he rode her until, suddenly she came with a scream tightening her muscles around his cock and forcing his own orgasm.

Emmett pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, “Stay right here baby, I’ll be right back.”

Kat sighed completely sated by their loving. She loved when Emmett relaxed enough to play a little, most of the time he was far too serious.

He was back quickly, using a wet warm cloth to clean her up and then lifting her in his arms and putting her to bed where he wrapped himself around her protectively.

She smiled as she sank into a deep sleep.


“Come to me…come…Katina…come…”

Kat woke slowly feeling slightly disoriented but unable to deny the call. The Master was calling her…she had to go to him.

She frowned at the arm around her waist and looked at the man holding her without recognizing him; she cocked her head as she tried to puzzle it out. Nothing made sense to her…

“Come Katina! Do not ignore my summons…”

The voice…the Master…she quickly forgot the man and began to walk towards the voice. She had to get to him…he was calling her…

She didn’t even stop for a robe but walked out the French doors into the night completely naked.

She saw him under the tree…tall, handsome…imposing…she paused a slight feeling of trepidation forming in her breast…


The feeling of dread vanished and she began walking towards him once more. He was her master…she could not ignore his call…

She was almost to him, looking straight into his glowing red eyes…when she heard someone calling her as if from far away…

“Katina no!”

She blinked, trying to understand what was happening…then she looked up into those red eyes and saw…really saw…the blood red eyes…the gaping maw full of sharp jagged teeth and rot…the shriveled skin…the hate rolling off the creature in waves…

She saw it all and screamed at the creature reached for her with claw like hands, trying to throw herself to the side to avoid his grasp.

A claw raked her ankle filling it with a searing pain, “Owwww!”

“You will come to me Katina and cease this foolishness!” the command rolled through her as she turned back to him, the frightening creature gone now and only the tall handsome form of her Master there…beckoning her to him.

“Yes Master,” she said softly starting to rise then crumpling to the ground from a strange pain in her leg…but she had to answer his call. Katina began to crawl towards him unable to deny his command, her eyes met his and she lost herself in the beauty of his blood red gaze unable to look away.

“You see Van Helsing? She will do anything to get to me…her true Master. She will whisper words of love as I drain the life from her body. Just like they all do. Just like your mother did,” the hideous creature laughed as Katina came into reach and he drew her compliant form up beside him.

“No! You will not have my wife!” Emmett yelled, furiously as he took the sword in his hand and threw it straight into the right eye of the vampire.

The sword propelled the creature backward and sank into the damp earth pinning him to the ground.

Katina paused for a moment in confusion, and then the creature began to call her again.

“Come to me my love…we must die together you and I…do not let this foul creature part us,” the words hissed out of the vampires decaying mouth.

She sank to her knees and began once more to crawl to her master…to her death.

“No Katina! You will not!” Emmett’s voice came loudly through the fog in her mind, causing her to pause for a moment but then she resumed her desperate attempt to get to her master.

I line of fire falling over her naked buttocks wrought a cry from her lips, but still she crawled…until another and another fell lashing her poor bare bottom as Emmett called her name.

Katina stopped and blinked as the pain in her backside and her beloved’s voice broke through the fog, “Emmett?”

Then she saw the dark creature that had been calling her to her death and shuddered as Emmett reached her side and pulled her away. Emmett held her tightly to him for a moment dropping the belt he’d been whipping her bottom with to the ground before turning her towards the house and a sharp swat on her very tender bottom.

“You will go in the house immediately while I take care of this ungodly creature,” his tone brooked no argument.

Katina scurried into the house quickly with no argument, suddenly all too aware of her nudity and flaming backside.

Once inside she quickly donned her cross necklace and vowed never to remove it again. She briefly glance out the window when she heard a broken scream of pain and rage, Emmett had set the creature on fire and was now pelting the rapidly burning body with holy water.

Her disobedience had caused many problems this night, with a sigh Katina went to the closet and pulled out the heavy strap Emmett used only for serious punishment and laid it on the bed before placing herself across the foot board which lifted her bottom high.

“Very good choice my dear,” Emmett said as he walked into the room. He wasted no time lifting the strap high and bringing it down across her already red backside. He brought the strap down hard and fast six times in succession leaving a series of wide raised welts in its wake.

Then he dropped the strap and lifted her sobbing form into his arms and lay back on the bed with her on top of him.

“I could have lost you tonight Katina, I could not have borne your loss,” he said softly into her hair.

“I’m sorry Emmett, I truly didn’t think it would matter if I only removed my cross for a little while,” she said as she pressed her face into his strong chest.

“I explained to you when we married that you had to always keep it on to protect you from the evil that hunts my family even as we seek to destroy it.”

“I’m sorry Emmett, I’ll never remove it again,” she promised fervently.

“You do and you’ll never sit again Katina Van Helsing!”

She rose up and looked down at her beloved with a smile, “Yes Emmett.”


Friday’s Free Spanking Story!-Sexy vampire!-Embracing Eternity

I hope everyone enjoys today’s free Friday offering. Here’s to a fantabulous weekend! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Embracing Eternity

He came to her in the night, like some dark elusive dream that faded as the first rays of dawn fell across her window.

He came making dark promises of her hidden desires, tempting her to venture beyond everything she knew, to embrace him…to embrace his darkness.

She fought, writhing in the sheets and crying out, “Stop! What do you want from me?”

“You know.”

She woke with a start, blinking around the darkened room, shivering at the way the shadows seemed to surround her bed; a lone tear trickled down her fair cheek.

“I don’t know…I don’t understand what you want!” she shouted into the darkness shrouding her in a sudden burst of defiance.


The word fell like a whisper on her ear only to become a loud echoing in her mind, “I want everything…every little dark thought that lives in the recesses of your mind…every naughty little imagining…every shiver…every cry…everything you are…everything you feel…everything you need…I want it all…everything.”

“No!” she jumped out of her bed and ran to the light switch; the sudden glare of the light chased away the shadows but could still the rapid beat of her heart.

Her eyes scanned the room nervously. These dreams were really getting to her; she was so tired, on edge and restless from the lack of sleep.

Frowning, she studied her reflection in the mirror, “He isn’t real.” The girl in the mirror stared back at her with solemn eyes that said they knew better.

With a sigh she sat down on her bed; the dark stranger had been invading her dreams for over a month now. Nothing she did seemed to deter him; sleeping pills seemed to only make him seem more real. Staying up all night to avoid him was no longer an option, she was too tired. The minute she lost the battle and her eyes drifted shut she was his.

He spoke to her of things she dared not say aloud; a secret thing…desires and yearnings that had always set her apart from everyone else and left her vaguely unsatisfied in past relationships. She shivered as she remembered his words, “I shall spank you and love you as you crave.”

Just the word spanking had always quickened her blood and made her wet with embarrassed need for as long as she could remember, not that she spoke of it; she’d never told a soul. It just seemed too deviant, but how she longed for it.

He seemed to know all her secrets…all of her hidden desires. How much she wanted him and everything he could show her terrified her.

The clock on the bedside table said one AM. The thought of falling back to sleep and into his coaxing dark voice caused her heart to beat against her chest like a trapped bird. She was getting weaker, less and less able to resist his dark temptation; she was so close to giving in to the darkness and all it offered all together.

“I have to stay awake. I can’t take anymore tonight,” she picked up her kindle with the new Kallista Dane novel loaded on it, determined to lose herself in the world of Sci-Fi romance.

By the fourth page her eyes began to drift shut.


He smiled as he looked down at her sleeping form. So beautiful…so innocent…so perfect, she was all he’d ever wanted. Soon he would make her his for all eternity, but for now his sweet one needed rest.

He removed the electronic device from her stomach and laid it back on the table before bending to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, “Soon my love.”

A frown marred her features as she whimpered in her sleep.

“Shhh…rest my lovely one. No more worries and fighting me this night. Rest.”

She sighed softly and relaxed as deep, peaceful sleep claimed her.

He looked back at the bed as he turned out the light, an ache in his chest at leaving her behind once again.



She had just closed her eyes the next night when he spoke.

“It’s time.”

“How can this be? I’m not asleep! You aren’t real; you can’t be real!”

He smiled and ran a gentle finger along her jaw, “Ah, but I am, my sweet.”

She pulled away, climbing across the bed to put it between them, “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’ve answered that question many times. I want everything.”

She shivered, already feeling the pull of his voice, “No!”

“Do not be frightened…I am your destiny.”

“You don’t even know me!”

“I know your deepest wants and desires…your darkest fantasies. I know you’ve never quite belonged in the daylight. I know you’re lonely…alone…I know how often you’ve cried yourself to sleep because you want so much more…”

She wiped angrily at the tears his words evoked, “Being reminded of how alone you are is always such a pleasure.”

“I didn’t say those things to hurt you my sweet, only to show you that I understand. I too am alone. Come to me and you will never be alone again.”

She actually took a step towards him before realizing what she was doing, “Stop that!”

He smiled at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes, somehow suddenly seeming quite harmless, “I do nothing but speak of the things you want. The things I want.”

“You’re trying to trick me!”

Suddenly he was in front of her, all playfulness gone from his expression as he titled her face to his with one long finger. “I would never trick you. I want only to show you what I have to offer. The choice will then be yours. I ask only for this night.”

She looked up into his dark eyes, her heart in her throat. It was like drowning in dark chocolate, “I will give you tonight but I won’t promise you anything more.”

He nodded then enveloped her in his arms as heat began to fill his eyes, “Let us seal our bargain with a kiss.”

She felt herself unable to look away from his eyes as his mouth descended to hers; the first tough of his lips, light and fleeting like the flutter of butterfly wings.

She groaned and pressed against him, seeking more than the teasing caress. He smiled against her mouth before deepening the kiss; it was like no kiss she’d ever received before, it consumed her.

When he broke the kiss and gently set her away from him her knees felt rubbery. She touched a finger to her kiss-tender lips, wanting to savor the feeling for as long as possible.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he held a hand out to her.

She smiled up at him and placed her hand trustingly in his with a nod.

A puzzled frown marred her smooth skin when instead of leading her from the room he pulled her back to his side cradling her against him as he pressed a tender kiss to the side of her neck; she stiffened as he laved the area above her rapidly beating pulse with his tongue.

“Wait! I…you can’t…”

“Shhhhh sweeting, I mean you no harm but it’s the only way to show you,” he regretted being forced to use his voice to calm her but it was the only way.

It was only a moment before she relaxed against him, no longer afraid and tilted her head to give him better access. She gasped as his teeth pierced her skin, the pleasure pain so intense she cried out as wave upon wave of it shuddered through her body.

He took only a little, just enough to help her see the night as it could be…would be with him.

She blinked as he sealed the little wounds with his tongue and the small trance wore off.

She glared at him as she fingered the small marks, “That was not my choice!”

“Forgive me little one, it was necessary in order to show you my world properly. I promise not to do another thing you don’t wish this night.”

She gave him another glare before grudgingly agreeing with a nod of her head.

“Shall we go?” he took her hand and led her out to the balcony of her apartment.

Her breath caught in her throat at the beauty all around her; the night was filled with vivid colors that she’d never noticed before and an intoxicating perfume filled the air as she listened to the soft serenade of the darkness surrounding them.

“It’s like music,” laughter bubbled up in her throat at the pure joy of the moment.

“Yes, the night has a special music all its own,” he wrapped a gentle arm around her waist and then they were soaring through the clouds.

The darkness no longer seemed frightening; it was rich and vibrant as it enveloped them like midnight velvet, wrapping them in its comforting embrace.

They flew over the city and came to rest in the park where the wind whispered through the trees, telling of the wonders of the night and the dark magic it held.
As they walked through the park hand in hand, she turned to him with a slight frown.

“What is it sweeting?”

“I…well…I’m not sure how to put this delicately, but…do you kill people? Would I have to kill people?”

He laughed and rubbed his thumb along her furrowed brow, “No I do not kill and neither shall you. I take only enough to sustain me; I leave them with a memory of a pleasant dream and a compulsion to drink lots of water to replenish their bodies.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“You will have no need to; I will provide you with what you need.”

She made a face, “It still sounds rather icky.”

He chuckled as he pulled her close, nibbling on her ear as he whispered lightly, “I can promise that I can make it a pleasurable experience for you.”

A delicate shudder ran through her as her blood quickened.

“I think it’s time to show you the other wonders ahead for us.”

In almost the blink of an eye they were back in her apartment. She stood before him as his fingers caught in the straps of her gown. The material gave with a little flick of his wrist and the gown pooled around her feet.

He studied her form, naked but for the scrap of red satin shielding her most secret area from his gaze. She was perfect, alabaster skin and soft, feminine curves. He palmed her full breasts smiling as her pink nipples tightened at his touch.

She gasped and leaned into his hand, “Please…”

“What do you want little one?” he asked softly.

“I want…you said you knew…”

“I want to hear it from your sweet lips,” he told her firmly.

Desire warred with the fear of rejection in her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could voice her desires out loud, “I…”

“Trust me, I know and want everything you are. Nothing you could say or do could make me want you less.”

“Please…spank me…love me…take me.”

The words were faint but he heard them. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed where he sat and stood her gently between his legs.

His hands held her face gently as he pulled it down to his for one soft kiss, “Trust me.”

“I do,” she whispered softly, surprised as she realized she truly did trust him not to hurt her.

He guided her across his strong thighs, the denim of his jeans slightly rough against her soft skin. She blushed as she felt his strong fingers hook in the waistband of her panties and pull them slowly down her legs.

His other hand stroked down the backs of her thighs and calves as it followed the descent of her panties.

Then the panties were gone and she was completely naked to his gaze.

She shuddered as his hands lightly skimmed back up her legs, across her bottom and up her back. The wait was as agonizing as it was delicious.

The first slap came as a surprise, landing swiftly on her left buttock.

She gasped and jerked, more with surprise than with actual pain, the slight sting left in its wake sent tingles all the way to her toes.

She held tightly to his leg as the slaps continued, building in speed and intensity. Just when she thought the sting was becoming a little more than she was prepared for the spanking stop and the gliding caresses began again.

She groaned as his fingers ran lightly across the tender skin of her bottom then delved between her legs to find the dampness there.

He stroked her lightly, bringing soft whimpering cries from her as she tried to press back against his hand for something more.

Instead his hand left altogether as he began to spank her once more. She bucked and writhed over his lap as he built the heat back up in her bottom, pleading with him to stroke her again.

He continued with the same pattern, alternately spanking and stroking her almost to the edge before beginning again.

She was a mass of sensations, every nerve in her body alive and singing with pleasure and need. The heat in her bottom seemed to radiate throughout her as it grew; soon she was lifting her bottom to meet his hand as she sought release.

“Yes…oh yes…please…spank me…love me…touch me! Harder…please…” her panting cries rent the air.

Then he lifted her, placing her on the bed on all fours with her knees at the edge of the bed. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with passion as she watched him undress.

She wriggled her thoroughly reddened bottom at him in invitation as she pleased with him to hurry.

He ran his hands lightly along her reddened skin, feeling the heat beneath the surface.

She pressed her chest to the mattress and moved her thighs further apart in silent demand that he finish what he started.

A low deep chuckle that rolled through her was her answer as he delivered three sharp smacks to the under curve of each cheek, each one bringing a gasp from her at its intensity.

Then he was there, thrusting deep inside…making them one.

She screamed her pleasure arching her bottom out to meet his every thrust…reveling in the way his thighs slapped against her sore backside each time he pounded into her.

She shattered around him, pulling him with her into the vortex and the stars beyond.

They lay cuddled together, spent, marveling in the beauty of what they’d shared; a perfect moment in time.

He only hoped she would see that the moment could last for eternity.

She slept against him so peacefully it was hard to leave her. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, “Remember my love…the choice is yours.”

Leaving was the hardest thing he’d ever done; everything in him screamed that he finish it and make her his forever.

He looked back once more at her sleeping form knowing that if he made her his without giving her a choice she would never truly be happy. He leapt from the balcony hoping with all his heart she would choose him and bring warmth and laughter back into his solitary existence.

If she chose to live a mortal life he would have no choice but to meet the dawn. His future rested along with her own in her small white hands.


She woke as the first fingers of dawn peeked over her windowsill. He’d left her to face the dawn alone; the bed felt cold and empty without him.

Her body still hummed with remembered pleasure of all they’d shared; yet she felt bereft.

She went through all her normal daily routines. The job she used to enjoy seemed boring somehow…the day dull and colorless…she missed him so much it was almost like a physical pain.

The thought of never seeing him again was more than she could bear; she’d made her choice.

When he came to her that night she was anxiously pacing; chasing any shadow that could be him.

He opened his arms to her, welcoming her home.

She ran to him, embracing him…her love…her vampire.

Embracing herself…embracing eternity.

Sarah Fields is visiting with a hot excerpt from her new spanking romance, Claimed by the General!


“What is your name?” he said quietly.

“Ayala,” she replied, quickly adding a “sir” afterwards, hoping to please him.

“Ayala,” he said, almost as if he could taste it. “That is a very pretty name,” he added, allowing it to roll off his tongue. “My name is Lord Eiotan. I own the fields that you work in. You belong to me.”

Her mind raced, but she kept her eyes on the floor. This was the man who owned her mark, the man who held her freedom in his hands. The Aztecs, in a territory not too far away, had captured her people. She was young and strong and could work, and therefore had been taken to the capital and sold. Ayala had never seen the man who owned her before.

She felt him come toward her, but she didn’t dare move. Her body began to quake with fear. His hand cupped her chin and pushed it up. She slowly met his powerful gaze, feeling very small in his presence. He smiled at her, his features warming with kindness. She felt oddly safe for a moment, before she quickly remembered who he was.

“I like you. You seem like a woman who can think for herself. I don’t think you belong in the fields any longer. I think I will take you as my personal servant instead. Would you like that?”

Ayala opened her mouth to respond, but no words came forth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, almost cradling her with reassurance.

“It would be easier work for you, but you would have to follow my rules, or face the consequences of disobeying me.”

Ayala swallowed past the lump in her throat. “By that, sir, you mean my death,” she stammered. Execution of servants was commonplace within the Aztec community. She let her eyes fall again.

He was strangely silent, gazing down at her. He used his fingers to pick up her chin, silently encouraging her to meet his eyes.

“No, not at all.” He paused. “The way I punish my servants is through a spanking. I would pull out a chair from that table and sit down, and then I would bare your bottom, and spank you until I feel you are truly sorry for what you have done.”

Ayala opened her eyes wide. She was a grown woman! Her own mother had not spanked her since she was a little girl. All she remembered was that it hurt, and it hurt an awful lot.

“You would spank me?” she whispered. “But I am grown; I do not need to be punished like a child.” She stuck out her chin a bit, feeling slightly defiant.

“Should you agree to work for me personally, misbehaving and disobeying my orders is something a child would do, therefore qualifying you for a punishment as such.”

Ayala narrowed her eyes a bit before responding, chewing his response over in her mind. “You would not kill or torture me for such an offense? I have heard stories, and seen the trials. Slaves have little rights here.”

“I will not kill or torture you, I promise.” He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair, placing it away from the table with a wide berth. Nervous butterflies flew through Ayala’s stomach. What was he doing?

“If what you say is true, I agree to serve you, sir,” she managed to stammer out as he sat down in the chair, a distance too far from the table for her comfort.

“Then come over here, young lady, I am going to show you what shall happen should you disobey me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I am going to spank you, right now.”

Oh yummmm! I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Hurry and get your copy today! Happy reading! ~Morganna



When Ayala intervenes to protect a fellow slave-girl from a cruel man’s unwanted attentions, she catches the eye of the powerful general Lord Eiotan. Impressed with both her boldness and her beauty, the handsome warrior takes Ayala into his home and makes her his personal servant.

Though Eiotan promises that Ayala will be treated well, he makes it clear that he expects his orders to be followed and he warns her that any disobedience will be sternly punished. Lord Eiotan is a man of his word, and when Ayala misbehaves she quickly finds herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom. Being punished in such a humiliating manner leaves her blushing, but it is her body’s response to his chastisement which truly shames her.

Ayala does her best to ignore the intense desire his firm-handed dominance kindles within her, but when her new master takes her in his arms she cannot help longing for him to claim her, and when he makes her his own at last, his masterful lovemaking introduces her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible.

But as news of the arrival of an invader from across the sea reaches the city and a ruthless conqueror sets his eyes on Ayala, her entire world is thrown into turmoil. Will she be torn from Lord Eiotan’s loving arms, or will the general do whatever it takes to keep her as his own?

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Renee Rose is here with her new spanktastic bestselling Sci-Fi Spanking Romance, The Hand of Vengence!

On a Planet Where Men Discipline Their Woman, Lara Gets the Cane!

Hi Morganna!!

Thanks so much for having me today! Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance. The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance. The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! 🙂


In The Hand of Vengeance, The heroine is a doctor on a humanitarian mission from Earth. When she’s kidnapped by the rebels to perform a difficult surgery, their airship is shot down and she’s stranded in a canyon with Blade. She doesn’t know anything about living in the wild, so she’s forced to rely on the intimidating warrior for survival.

I’m sharing a caning scene from The Hand of Vengeance today.


“Are you going to keep your arms tucked under you like that, or shall I tie your wrists?”
She hadn’t even realized she’d pulled her forearms underneath her torso, as if to hug herself for comfort.
She licked her lips to moisten them. “I’ll keep them tucked.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
“If you reach back, I’ll double your punishment. It’s for your own safety. Are you sure you don’t need help?”
It was silly, but she took a little satisfaction in the fact that he still cared about her hands even now that the surgery on his people’s president had been completed. “I won’t reach.” She cared about her fingers, too.
Even so, she found herself grasping her own wrists when the first swish of the reed came down to keep her hands from flying back. The cane left a line of fire burning across her buttocks. It hurt. It hurt so badly, it made her want to run from the room. It took a solid three seconds before she could exhale the breath she’d gasped. Blade seemed to be waiting for her to recover, because he didn’t deliver the next stroke until she had.
The next one came down below the first, just as excruciating. She panted into the fine-fibered bedcover, wishing the punishment were over. How many strokes would he give her? Could she take it?
The swish of the reed slicing through the air again reached her ears a split second before the third line of pain erupted across her backside. Her brain began to fog.
He struck her with the crop again. On the fifth stroke, without any conscious thought, she surged up, crawling onto the bed, away from him.
“Back in position.”
She froze in place, the room silent save for the rasping of her breath. He wanted her to willingly place herself back in position. She couldn’t seem to move—she didn’t want to go back there, didn’t want to be whipped any more. She should have opted to be tied up—it would have been easier that way.
Now he was asking her to go back of her own volition, just as she’d stripped and bent over the bed and offered her ass up for his caning of her own accord.
He didn’t speak, but she felt something from him. Some deep emotion—not anger. Something else. Anguish, perhaps. His breath sounded raspy now, too. When he still didn’t answer, she found herself backing up, putting her feet back on the ground and presenting her welted, quivering cheeks for further punishment.
“Is it too late to ask you to tie me up?”
He didn’t speak, but grasped one wrist, then the other, bending them into the small of her back. He held them caged in his large palm, his touch gentle but firm.

I read this book last week and I can tell you is was a fun and hot read! If you haven't already grab your copy today! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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The Hand of Vengeance

On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.

When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.

Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?

Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.

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About Renee Rose
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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Free Friday Spanking Story!-An Excerpt from my current WIP, My Alpha, My love…

For free Friday I decided to share a bit of Sebrina and Ryan’s story. I hope you like it! Happy reading! ~Morganna

I stood poised at the edge of the forest my forehead pressed against the rough bark of a tree as I absorbed the new scents filling my senses. The earth, moist moldy leaves as they returned their nutrients to the forest floor, the dew covered grass…but most of all the scent of my pack.

I was vampire…but I was more, not quite wolf but still pack; my very being had become a part of them when they accepted me as their sister. This was the first time I’d been allowed out since Ryan healed my mortal wounds with his blood.

The first howl sounded in the night followed by a chorus of others, I lifted my head and cocked it to the side as I listened to their cries. They called to something feral within me, I needed to run…to be free with my brothers and sisters in the night.

I began to run, my bare feet beating down quickly on the damp earth as I sped through the trees and out into the open meadow. Joy filled me as I ran and caught up with my pack.

Their furry bodies brushed against me one by one as if to welcome me anew as we ran together, my gown flapped around my naked legs as we ran. Ryan stayed close, occasionally herding me back into line with the others with a rough chuff and a nudge of his muzzle if I started to stray from the group.

He was bossy, my alpha wolf…I wasn’t sure if I was completely ready to forgive him for leaving me alone during the last five years, but he’d given me a home again.

For the first time since becoming a vampire, I belonged again. It was exhilarating.

The scent of blood filled my nostrils with its richness and I turned away, they’d found a feral hog to hunt and brought it down quickly. I still had a problem with blood, even though I was a vampire and now part of a werewolf pack. Ryan practically had to force feed me his blood.

I decided to bow out of this part, surely it wasn’t necessary for me to join in this part of the hunt. I ran to the edge of the woods and quickly climbed a tree with a bowed branch that looked perfect for sitting and reflecting.

I sank back against the trunk and relaxed into my perch as I simply enjoyed the feeling of camaraderie and the scents of nature sinking into my very being.

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?” Ryan’s commanding voice sounded from directly below.

I leaned over to glare down at him trying to ignore the enticing site of his naked body, “I’m just relaxing while you guys eat. Chill fur face.”

He glowered, “Sebrina I told you to stay with the pack. Until we’re sure all the affects feeding on only werewolf blood have I want to keep a close eye on you. Come down at once.”

I snorted and leaned back into my comfortable perch, “You might be feeding me but you’re not the boss of me!”

Suddenly he was standing in front of me on the branch, I had to admit to being a little intimidated, I gave him a half hearted smile, “Fancy seeing you up here.”

“What did I tell you to do?” he asked as he reached for me.

“To stay with the pack?” I said hesitantly, hating the nervousness in my voice.

Ryan lifted me into his arms before jumping to the ground, “Exactly. Then when I told you to come down and you openly defied me.”

“Would we really call it defiance?” I asked in the sweetest voice I could muster.

He set me on my feet and went down on one knee before smoothly pulling me over it and tossing my gown up my back to reveal my bare bottom. “We would.”

I yelped as his hand began to fall again and again as if to some rhythm he heard in his head. The heat in my bottom grew with every slap of his hand until I was pleading to be good and obey for the rest of my eternal existence. Who would have thought a spanking could hurt so much to a vampire?

Not this girl!

Then he parted my bottom cheeks and I cried out in protest, “Nooo! Please don’t!”

“Defiant mates have their naughty bottoms punished inside and out young lady,” he said firmly as his thumb sank into my tender back hole. I gasped caught between pleasure and pain as two of his broad fingers sank into the wet heat of my core.

“Ryan!” I cried as his thumb and fingers began rocking in and out of me in tandem while his other hand started to fall again on my sore bottom.

“This is what happens when you defy me mate! It’s obvious you needed a reminder of who is the Alpha in our relationship,” he told me sternly as he continued spank me and everything in my body began to tighten like a coiled spring.

Then it snapped and I came over his lap with a strangled scream, he pulled his fingers free from my body and stroked my back as I calmed before lifting me to stand before him.

“You are mine Sebrina and you will obey me in all things,” he said kissing me deeply before turning me away and ripping away the back of my gown.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed.

“I want to watch your red bottom running ahead of me like a beacon in the darkness,” he told me with a smirk and another swat to my backside.

I couldn’t help but grin, “You know my body is already healing my bottom; it will probably be white again by the time we get home.”

Ryan leered at me, “Then I will just have to paint it red again.”

A delicious shiver ran up my spine at the sensual threat implicit in his words.

What’s a girl to do when she’s having spanking sex dreams about her Alpha?


After she is attacked by a large, unknown animal, Alexandria Pace soon finds that her miraculously swift recovery and suddenly voracious appetite are far from the most disturbing aspects of her situation. It rapidly becomes apparent that not only has she been bitten by a rogue werewolf, she has also been identified by the alpha of a nearby pack as his chosen mate.

Connor had planned to take his time and woo Alexandria gently, but the attack by a rival wolf forces him to take drastic action and compel her to join his pack right away. He is more than ready to keep his mate safe whether she likes it or not, and as she’ll quickly discover, disobeying her new alpha will earn her a swift and thorough punishment.

As her first full moon approaches, Alexandria struggles to adapt to life as a member of a pack, especially when that involves submitting to the alpha. Yet despite Connor’s willingness to bare her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking whenever she defies him, a part of Alexandria cannot help longing for him to claim her fully. But when an enemy challenges Connor and threatens to take Alexandria from the pack by force, will he win the fight to protect his mate?

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


I was on my hands and knees whimpering as his hand fell again and again across my vulnerable bottom; the pain of his discipline built as did the need in my core. I felt moisture dripping to the tops of my thighs as he continued to spank me.
“Please…” I begged, spreading my legs wide and pressing my chest to the ground. Still he spanked me but I wanted him to take me, claim me… fill me with his cock.
Then he gripped my sore bottom and spread me wide as he drove deep inside me with one hard thrust.
I came with a scream.
I woke mid-orgasm, my body still shuddering with pleasure and the scent of my arousal filling the air. Looking to the left side of the bed, I met the golden gaze of Connor’s wolf. I would never have thought it possible for a wolf to leer but he managed it.
“What are you doing to me? Are you slipping Spanish fly in my food?” I yelled with as fierce a glare as I could manage, given I’d just woken screaming in a full-body orgasm.
The wolf smirked at me… actually smirked.
“Get out!” I yelled, springing to my feet and pointing at the door.
Connor growled menacingly, then lay his head back down as if I hadn’t just demanded he leave.
“You… you…” The wolf sighed deeply as if I were the biggest pain in the ass he’d ever encountered and pulled the covers on my side of the bed back with his teeth.
Deflated, I climbed back in the bed, shooting him another glare. “I’m watching you, buddy.”
The wolf made a snorting sound, then turned his back on me.

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Free Friday! Spanking, ginger and a belt…oh my-What She Needed

Welcome to another free friday story! I was hoping to also be able to share the link for my new book, The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate but its not up on Amazon yet. Que sera sera…hope you enjoy today’s story I’m on a still on a ginger kick. Happy reading! ~Morganna

What She Needed

It was amazing the power three little words had over her, “Assume the position.”

The minute they were spoken a flood of wet heat immediately filled her panties; it was time for the weekly atonement of her sins.

She bent over and rested her hands on the coffee table with a shivery sigh; why was she wired this way? All her life spanking and dominant men had tripped her trigger but she’d finally given up on figuring out the whys of it; it simply was.

Discipline filled a deep seated need she didn’t always understand and sometimes fought against but he understood it and her completely.

He always knew and gave her exactly what she needed even when she wasn’t sure herself.

Her Dom…her disciplinarian…her lover…her mate…he was her everything.

“Drop you pants and panties to your knees,” he instructed, his deep voice rolling across her in a caress.

She whimpered but immediately pulled her pants and panties down around her knees and then got back in position her back arched raising her bottom high.

Feeling him move in place behind her she gasped when he parted her bottom cheeks, “Nooo…please…I’ll be good!”

Four sharp swats landed on her sit spots and a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades until her chest rested on the coffee table lifting her backside even higher as he nudged her legs apart with his leg.

“What could have prevented this?” he asked almost conversationally as she felt him rub the large ginger plug along her wet slit to gather a little of her natural lubrication.

Then it began to press against her anus demanding entrance, she arched her back more and gave a little whine, “Noooo…oooh….”

The pressure left and she got four more hard swats, “I asked you a question young lady.”

“I should obey the speed limits!” she wailed as the ginger root pressed home in one fast thrust.

“Do I make silly rules for you?” he asked as he began working the root in and out of her tender hole.

“No sir!” she cried as it began to pick up speed thoroughly taking her ass masterfully. It was longer than normal so the burn went deep when the oils of the ginger began to sink into the tender tissues it conquered.

“What did I promise you the next time you risked your safety by speeding?” he asked.

Tears clogged her throat as she forced the words out, “A thorough and aggressive figging.”

“What else?”

“A hard spanking followed by your belt,” she hated the belt so it was always kept in reserve for repeat offenses or to address safety risks. This was both; she’d had numerous speeding tickets.

The ginger root continued to work in and out of her hard and fast, while she whimpered in distress; the burn was really sinking into her anus now accompanied by the thorough frigging he was giving her ass.

Finally, he firmly seated the root with a twist of his wrist almost lifting her to her tip toes as he did it. Then he sat down on the coffee table and took her over his knee.

No words were spoken, none were really needed they both knew why she was in this position. His hand began to fall hard immediately, no warm up just hard swats that left a stinging heat in their wake; every swat jiggling the ginger in her ass and keeping the burn alive inside as well.

“Ooooh…owww…please….” But still his hand continued to fall then he tilted her over further so he could pay special attention to the crease between her bottom and her thighs.

He applied his hand there with such vigor she was soon kicking her legs in response and promising good behavior until she was 99 years old.

Then the spanking paused giving her a minute of respite as he moved her legs apart as far as her pants would allow and sank two fingers deep inside her wet core, “Someone is very wet.”

She groaned part in embarrassment and part in desire; wanting to grind back against his fingers but knowing better.

“What a naughty little girl you are,” he said as his hand began to fall again and again on her upturned ass while his fingers thrust in and out of her wet heat.

She cried out as the pain and pleasure began to entwine into a rich tapestry of need from which she never wanted to escape. The feel of his fingers inside her riding her g-spot combined with the burn of the ginger in her ass and his punishing hand on her bottom was about to send her right over the edge and into the abyss.
“Please! Yesss…please…nooo!” she cried out in protest when suddenly his fingers pulled free and she was lifted to stand in front of him.

“Corner, now…” he said firmly, pointing her towards the designated corner with a swat directly on the base of the ginger plug driving it deep.

“Oowww,” she yelped as she waddled over to the corner with her pants hobbling her just below her knees. Standing there chastised in the corner like a well spanked child awaiting the rest of her punishment.

Her bottom was throbbing inside and out and she still had to take his belt.

“Let’s get this over with,” he called her to him and directed her back in position. Once more she pressed her chest to the coffee table as she heard the sound of his belt sliding free of his pants.

“You’ll get twenty and after each you will give me the count and say I will not speed,” he instructed.

“I don’t want to!” she wailed.

“But you will. Do you want to cum when your punishment is over?” he asked.


“Then you’ll do as I say,” he said firmly.

The belt fell in a line of fire, making her back arch and jolting the intruder in her bottom. “One! I will not speed!”

By the time the last stroke fell tears were dripping freely down her cheeks as she sobbed out her lines, “Twenty…Iwill not speed…”

The he pulled her feet free of pants and panties and spread her wide as he drove his cock deep inside of her. He began rocking the ginger in and out of her ass in tandem to each stroke of his cock as he rode me hard.

He sent her soaring through the clouds when he reached around with his other hand and tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger, working it relentlessly as he pounded into her. Her body seized up tightly before exploding and convulsing around his pulsing cock.

She screamed his name as she came completely undone; shuddering when he came with her and filled her with his hot seed.

He pulled free from her and removed the ginger plug, bringing another hissing moan from between her lips then lifted her high in his arms.

She snuggled in close, knowing he would wash her then put her to bed and hold her tight throughout the night. He always gave her exactly what she needed.